City of the dead (Ghostface x reader)

𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣

The day came and went, and you managed to successfully avoid Casey and Randy, and practically everyone you were introduced to at lunch.  The truth was: they weren't talking to you because they were scared that you hated them.  You had run away from them after all.  You were still a little happy to feel like you were succeeding at something.

You managed to escape the school without any talking to them, and you walked down the sidewalk home.  It was fairly far, and there were school buses that you could take.  But you liked taking walks, and like hell you would ride on the loud, smelly ass bus.

Walking into your new house, your father was sitting on the couch, staring at the TV.

"Hey kiddo," he greeted.  "How was school?  Make any friends?"

"Pretty good, I made two friends," you answered.  "One likes horror too."

"Neat.  Hey, since there's no good food in the house yet, want to go somewhere for dinner?  This place has one of those diners where you sit in the car and the waiters bring you your food on rollerskates," he told you.

"Sounds fun."

"I also found out that there's a Blockbuster.  And I got you some movies.  They're sitting on the counter next to a box I found in the car.  I didn't open it," he added quickly.

You smiled and made your way into the kitchen, and saw a stack of VHS tapes next to a shoe box that had been duct taped shut.  You grabbed them both, and made your way up the stairs to your room, which you hadn't really begun to unpack yet.  It was a maze of neatly packed boxes, and an unmade bed.  Your bedding and some clothes for school were probably the only thing that had been freed from their cardboard prison.  It wasn't your classic 'If I unpack this, it becomes real,' sort of thing, you just procrastinated like a motherfucker.

You sat down on the bed, set the shoe box next to you, and began to look at what movies your dad had rented for you.  'Candyman,' you'd probably watch that one tonight after dinner.  Tony Todd throwing himself out the window was both unnerving and hilarious at the same time, and the way he spoke was fucking creepy.  The guy who cast the movie knew what he was doing.  There was also 'Dolls,' which you had seen a million times, 'Halloween' and the first two 'Friday the 13th' movies, classics, and 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre.'  Ah, your father knew you too well.

You smiled as you set the tapes down, but that expression quickly faded as you looked back at the shoe box.  You grabbed it and quickly peeled back some of the duct tape, pulling it off like overly complicated wrapping paper.  It was a struggle, of course, but you wanted to see the contents.

You finally freed the lid, and opened the box.  Inside were polaroids, photos, letters, sticky notes, and some smaller novelty items.  Your mother's old possessions.  You filtered through all of the photographs, taking your sweet time as you relived your time in your old home.  You were so young, so happy... free.  You were free.  And then mom got sick.

Your father was a widower.  The poor man finally snapped, years after your mom had passed.  You commended him for being so strong that it took him so long to get this upset, but you also knew that it wasn't healthy.  The straw that broke the camel's back was finding an old letter your mom had written to someone, tucked away in a corner.  Turns out, back in the year of '76 and the two were still newlyweds, your mom had written your dad a letter for Valentine's day, and forgot where she put it.

Then he found it.

You had never seen him cry so hard.

The next day, he announced you were moving to Woodsboro.

It took less than a month for him to pack everything up, buy a new home, and send you out to the small town in California.  While you missed your old home and old friends who didn't panic that you hated them when you shut down in public, you knew your father needed this.  It wasn't just about you.  You were old enough to understand that the house he had shared with your mother for ten years was filled with memories that were painful for him.  This was a fresh start, and you weren't going to waste it for him.

He was a good dad.  He deserved it.

You packed the shoe box back up and tried to reapply the duct tape, but to no avail.  It kept pulling up a little, then falling off completely.  So you just set the lid back on, and stuffed it into a dark corner in the back of your new closet.

"HEY (Y/N), TIME FOR DINNER," your father called loudly.

"COMING," you quickly replied.

You made your way back to the living room, bringing the VHS tapes with you.  You were certain your father was going to go to bed after you guys got home, so you'd watch Tony Todd and his hook hand on the television while you did your homework.  Fun plan, if you did say so yourself.

You found your dad, and you both made your way outside to pile into his car, when you both acknowledged the large white mansion across the street.

"Who do you think lives there," your father asked.

"I don't know.  Maybe some millionaire or a celebrity," you joked.  "They made it to California, they just got lost before they could find LA."

"Eh, I don't know.  Let's go get something to eat, I'm starving."

And with that, you two hopped in the car, and were on your way.

A/n: might start a oneshots thing. I'm bored, and have nothing better to be doing, so why the hell not at this point?